So I'm home again. I don't really want to be home. It means I'm away from my girl, away from the city, away from the place I feel most at home. It means that I now have to deal with my brother and my parents and an hour and a half commute to work. And I have to be here for a month. The only good things are that I get to stay in the city a couple nights a week which makes my commute nicer and that I'll get to spend New Years with my girl. Other than that, this just sucks.